For the past few days, I have been subsisting largely on bagels, Skittles, pizza rolls, and pudding pops. Not-so-nice things keep happening to good people I know. We're all poor, nervous college students. I only have a couple more days of ceramics class, which sucks because that class has become sort of a stress-relief technique for me lately. No job, no money, no boyfriend.
At least I've still got my rubber chicken.
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eek. what not so nice things? does someone need to be roughed up?
Aaahh... Don't feel so bad... I have a sucky job, still have no money, and there are no secrets about men in this house... Unless Grubbs has some secrets... *Ponders* Anywho.. It's not so bad.... It's just hot and sticky... Give it a good rainstorm and Nate and Alicia's wedding extravaganza and you'll be feeling better...
--Roomie
P.S. I am also curious about the not-so-nice things... You'll have to fill me in, too... Mayhaps we should all get together for some One Happy Froyd's?
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